Chapter 69 Ambush on Mr. Ex-husband
Evelyn answered the phone sweetly, "Simon."
"Evelyn! It's so hard to reach you on the phone. You're so busy!" Simon sounded very anxious.
"Is something wrong?" Evelyn's eyebrows furrowed.
"Did Ulysses contact you today?" Simon asked.
"No, he didn't. What's going on?" Evelyn felt a sense of unease.
"Last night, Ulysses and I were drinking. We both had a lot to drink, and Ulysses was talking nonsense again!"
Evelyn's heart skipped a beat.
Ulysses had a quirk where whatever he said when drunk, he would follow through the next day!
Moreover, while others forgot what they said when drunk, Ulysses, with his exceptional memory, remembered everything clearly, even if he couldn't stand up straight due to drunkenness. Such extraordinary memory was one of the top skills of a special agent.
"What did Ulysses say?!" Evelyn became even more nervous, sensing something ominous.
"Ulysses said he wants to kill the scumbag Edward!"
Evelyn's mind buzzed. If it weren't for Landon holding her in time, Evelyn would have felt a bit unsteady.
Simon continued to explain, "Ulysses flew back from afar just to avenge you! He said that he wanted to teach Edward a lesson. Even if he didn't take Edward's life, he wanted to make sure Edward can't have children, or else the resentment won't be resolved! I thought Ulysses would listen to you and not easily harm Edward, but who would have thought that Ulysses would bring it up again after drinking last night. I've been calling Ulysses all day today, but he hasn't answered! Could he be planning to go after Edward?"
Evelyn's heart pounding, too preoccupied to explain to Landon, she turned and ran toward the church's entrance.
At the press conference, due to Debra's insincere apology, there were many complaints in the live broadcast room, all cursing Debra.
In fact, before Debra arrived, Tiffany had personally prepared a script for Debra and instructed her not to wear makeup on stage.
But Debra insisted on doing things her way. She was still arrogant and refused to comply. She believed that with her beautiful appearance, she could gain popularity as the 'most beautiful socialite'.
As expected, the press conference backlashed.
[I now have a much higher opinion of the hotels under KnightSpear Group. Not only do they provide excellent service, but they also have outstanding employees like 'Angelic Girl'. It's hard not to be impressed!]
[I really don't like the Wellington family group! I will never book a hotel from the Wellington family in the future!]
[Yes! Let’s boycott them! Let's bankrupt the Wellington family group at dawn!]
Just as Debra finished her apology, reporters swarmed up to her, shoving microphones almost into her nostrils, asking sharper and sharper questions!
Debra had never experienced such a situation before, and she was so scared that her legs went shaking. With the protection of two bodyguards, she hurriedly ran off the stage.
Unfortunately, Debra didn't notice the steps in front of her, and she stumbled, falling to the ground with great embarrassment.
This scene was captured by countless flashing cameras.
The two tall and burly bodyguards quickly lifted Debra, who couldn't get up, and carried her away.
Five minutes later, the top trending topic was #Debra eats dirt#.
Debra's wish had somehow come true.. She went viral across the internet.
On the other side, Edward and Eric supported each other as they left the Alahle Club. They had entered with animosity but now left with their arms around each other.
It seemed that hatred disappeared when they were drunk.
Both Edward and Eric had been drinking, with Eric handling alcohol well and only slightly tipsy that night.
Edward, on the other hand, had consumed too much whiskey due to a bad mood, his beautiful eyes were half-closed, and he lazily adjusted his Windsor knot, showing a drunken demeanor.
Eric was worried that Edward might fall down the stairs, so he quickly reached out to assist him.
"Edward, are you having problems walking? Had too much to drink?" Eric joked.
"A man can't be humiliated like this." Edward rubbed his forehead, feeling dizzy. "Why does my head hurt so much after finishing your drink? Did I just drink fake alcohol?"
"You’re one hell of a stubborn man! Did you scare Lily away like this?" Erica retorted.
Seeing Edward's drunken and breathless state, Eric couldn't help but notice the alluring hint of red on his neck muscles and his Adam's apple rolling.
Luckily, Eric was a normal man. Otherwise, even men might not be able to resist committing a crime against Edward.
Exhaling a hot breath, Edward pushed Eric away. "Let's go."
"I'll walk you home," Eric said with concern.
"I'm not drunk. Don't look down on me."
"I'm afraid you'll be harassed by men while on the roadside!" Eric was very angry.
"Not everyone is as shameless as you!" Edward smirked with his beautiful eyes, tugged at the corner of his lips, and walked toward the car without looking back.
The Maybach drove on a deserted road.
"Mr. Wellington, the press conference is over. There are more negative comments about Debra online now, and it has already affected the reputation of our Wellington family," Bart reported anxiously as he drove. "The impact is bigger than we expected."
"The Wellington family?" Edward's brows furrowed, his eyes dark and unclear. "Yes, it's only when trouble arises, and they need me to clean up the mess, that they say, 'this is our Wellington family'."
Edward had never considered Riverside Villa as his home. Apart from his grandfather, no one at Riverside Villa considered Edward as part of the family, including his biological father, Patrick.
In that case, he might as well start by teaching Debra a lesson tonight and watch them get angry.
Since Debra dared to use Edward to hit Evelyn, Edward felt it was too lenient about what she was enduring now.
'Evelyn, my wife.' Edward was suddenly stunned, shocked by the blunt thought.
That cunning Evelyn, who joined hands with Eric today to act out a flirtatious scene in front of Edward, was it to humiliate Edward or hurt his feelings?
Edward adjusted his tie irritably, feeling a fire burning inside him, steadily intensifying.
"Bart, pull over up ahead."
"Okay."
Bart quickly parked the Maybach by the roadside, next to a street park.
"Mr. Wellington, are you feeling unwell? Do you need a vomit bag?" Bart asked with concern, thinking Edward might be feeling sick.
"I think you look like a vomit bag," Edward said coldly.
Bart felt unjustly accused.
"You wait here. I'll take a walk." Edward opened the door and got out of the car, walking straight into the park.
The street was empty, and the evening breeze was blowing.
Edward walked along the lakeside, squinting against the breeze, which helped ease some of the tension in his heart. He preferred this to sitting in the car, where he felt like he might actually vomit.
Suddenly, Edward stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing. "Who's there? Come out."
"Heh, Edward, your ears are quite sharp." A playful and mocking voice whispered near Edward's ear. Edward slowly turned around to see a tall and imposing man standing not far away, exuding a chilling aura.
He was dressed in a black trench coat, black shirt, black trousers, with a black mask covering his face, and his neat black hair swayed in the wind.
The man in black seemed mysterious.
"Who are you? Why are you following me?" Edward's voice was cold and his solid arm muscles tensed beneath his formal suit.
"I'm here to cause you trouble. Isn't that obvious?" Ulysses smirked evilly behind his mask.
"Why?"
"Because you've hurt someone very important to me, and she's suffering because of you."
Ulysses tilted his head mischievously, snapping his fingers with a crisp sound. "She can't be easily comforted. I think only when you suffer a hundred times more than her will her heart feel at ease."
Edward focused his gaze forcefully, staring at Ulysses not far away.
He felt that Ulysses's eyes and voice were somewhat familiar, but for the moment, he couldn't recall who he was.
Ulysses approached Edward step by step, a chilling wind following his path.
"Who is this person that is so important to you? When did I hurt them?" Edward tried to stay composed, but his face remained unchanged.
"I thought if you had a bit of self-awareness, I might go easy on you, but I was too kind. How could a heartless man like you, devoid of conscience, ever have remorse? If I don't make you suffer a bit, you won't know that there are consequences for doing wrong," Ulysses said slowly.
